User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130406150814/@comment-3135907-20150430014651

Vervil shook her head in annoyance and shrugged off as she turned to mutter something to the she-weasel that sat next to her, polishing a green apple. As Slipshade and Hooktooth made to leave, Bizzen made haste to follow.